When I got to the office this morning, the red light on my phone was glaring at me. First thought, “Dang, the client must have a rush project.” So I check the number, it’s an 801 number…not from California, thus not the client. Next thought, “Someone on the team must be sick today.” So I listen to the voicemail: (please read the following in the voice of a 50 year old drunk man with a slight southern accent)
I was…I was. This is Henry. Aaaah give me (cough, cough) give me a call back on (cough) on this number. Okay? Bye Sweetheart.
Not quite as good as this drunken phone call…but entertaining nonetheless.
5 comments:
Please tell me you returned his message and called him sweetheart.
Where's my drunken phone call?
Wow, I wish I'd seen this post earlier today! Definitely brightened my day
Amanda, your birthday is January 28, 1986. I did not cheat. I just remembered because I know your favorite color is orange and the number 8 is orange in my mind. So generally, when I think or you, there is an orange glow in my mind...and in my heart. That is how I remember.
Unfortunately, I don't have the electronic Mt. Rushmore book (except for one page and the front cover)! It was on a computer that I don't have anymore. I don't know if Drew would have it..but between the two of us, we could probably remember all the jokes, the pictures, however, may be lost forever...a great loss indeed.
Drunken phone calls, when you least expect them, can really brighten a girl's day, don't ya think?
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